Oh phew. I thought cause I was sick that I missed something. B- is about right. Next weeks episode looks like the king shit, though.

If I were Stanley Kubrick
I would worry too over whether or not Stephen King liked me…

Yeah, I just accidentally downloaded this while trying to get the new episode. I feel conflicted, I almost want to wait till Christmas to watch it, but it looks too damn funny.

Wait, how was Larry a douche this week? Kids made bad lemonade and overcharged for it—he called them on that. Clothing store dude loses his pants so he keeps their pair—tit for tat. Granted, he was a bit of a dick to Cheryl in the restaurant scene, but it was also sweetly overprotective and revealing that he's still…

As an aside, telling someone to "go fuck their face" has got to be the best, worst insult ever.

Passed Over
Hmm…I've got to say, I haven't yet skimmed over a review this quickly on this site. However, you seemed really intent on disliking the panties joke and, therefore, critiquing the entire episode under the shadow of that joke. I have to say, I found the joke quite humorous and I thought that Larry disrobing…

11th Dimension is sexually healing the damage the Weezer album did to my ear parts.

My daddy rides bicycles.

I'd be really embarrassed if that pumpkin-head guy was my dad.

I meant it's weird that I still like those old records in spite of all the ear-humping they've been doing to me lately. I think it's totally normal that I hate their newer material—that shit sucks shit.

But in my opinion (which ain't worth too much) the only song on the album that warrants the Disco comparison is Dragon Queen. That's my point, though. For some bands it's easy to say they're a throwback act, but Yeahs are too diverse to simply label them as moving all the way towards one genre. Critics…

Where's the irony? Where's the demons? Where's any semblance of creative spark? That "power pop" of the first two albums was so good because it was offset by someone who wrote honestly and deeply. Now he writes mechanically. It's all too glossy. I'm tired…so tired of having…

Ain't that the truth. Maybe it's kind of a misnomer, though. Look at the new Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs for example. Lots of critics called that a growth album because of it's heavy 80's style influence etc etc. There's certainly some pastiche, but critics have to stop strictly comparing albums to shit from the 80's unless…

It's weird how much I like Pinkerton and Blue and how much I hate these latest baboon-shit efforts. Somehow, my adolescent self is able to reject the trajectory of this band and store the good, untainted by all this spoiled meat. Seriously, my iTunes flipped me the bird when I added Radinuts to my computer. I think my…

Always
…LIKED this band a lot, but never LOVED any of the albums.

I liked how earlier he waited for a high-hug from the veggie girl, then gave up on the idea almost immediately. Ray's sadness is good, it's funny—it's not as narcissistic as Jonathan's. It's purer.

That phone toss was priceless. Clearly everyone saw it, yet no one rats Larry out. Also, is Jeff losing weight?

But I think it followed Coppola's, so at that point I'd gone catatonic. The Woody segment is an eternal blank spot in my mind, burned out by images of "Zoe" sliding through make-shift tunnels. Is that even in there, or have I gone shit-crazy?

55 Minutes
I love how in an interview, Lynch accidentally said it was a 55 minute film, then wished that that were true. I wish that, too.

Pinch Hitters
How do people feel about someone coming along and taking over a series -be it books, tv or otherwise- that they were not involved in the creation of?